Lake Bismuth velociraptor

1/5 for base hunter

Minsang moved as a cobra, her nose to the ground. The scorpion had followed wolf scent from the ravine out into the dunes, but in the middle of the day, she was unwilling to follow it to its source.

Instead, she snorted, drove her paws through the sand enough to leave a line of her scent in the grooves that she knew would be quickly crossed by those overlarge creatures, but it made her feel better, and carried on. She wandered through the oasis, taking a dip in the water to wash herself and cool her fur, before sloughing off the water minutes later beneath the bane of the sun.

Her nose tracked something. Her ears could track it better, she could hear the crack of the bighorns from a great deal of distance. But that was not what she tracked.

Her nose followed the meandering path of a jackrabbit, out for a drink then back to its burrow, she guessed. It would be good food none the less, food she could eat and bring remainders of back to the Tribe. Even if she was a little more bemused than usual about being in such a group.